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Opportunity is knocking at your door.
It's a new year. Clean slate. And this year seems like an opportunity.
Most years I look at the changeover as just another day, and while that is true, this year feels different somehow.
I see options and opportunities instead of frustrations and guilt. I see wide vistas instead of tiny squares stuffed too full of pain.
I spent most of last year letting go of blinders and distractions. I'm still working on that, but I'm feeling more comfortable with letting go. More comfortable in saying "no" and doing what I want or need. And that opens me up to possibilities, options, mistakes, and successes.
I chose a word for the year: purpose. I'm not sure where that word will take me, but I see lots of opportunities with that word. Maybe I'll have the opportunity to look for purpose. Maybe I'll find a purpose . . . or two or three or more.
I'm grabbing hold of the opportunity and watching to be shown my purpose.
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It's the perfect opportunity.
The "boys" are out of town for 2 weeks.
I am going to clean and organize and exercise.
Things are going to be totally ship shape when they get home.
That was the plan last Saturday.
We survived graduation and getting them off to the airport.
Claire and I got manicures and pedicures.
We went home to straighten up before the "girls" came over for dinner and a movie.
I cleaned the kitchen.
And the sink spat things back at me.
Never mind.
We had take out and fun watching an old movie and eating ourselves silly on homemade chocolate chip cookies (thank you, Linda).
On Sunday, I became plumber wife.
I did a lot.
It didn't do any good.
On Monday I called the plumber.
My sink works again.
While waiting for him to arrive I weeded in the front yard.
Tuesday morning Claire and I went out shopping for her birthday.
We stopped for cold drinks.
My back decided weeding had not been a good idea.
We celebrated her birthday, carefully.
Wednesday, I admitted defeat to the pain.
Thursday, I got a massage.
Friday -- it still hurts.
I just hope next week works better.
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